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Confession Number 8: Nothing Good Can Come From Being a Death Eater

"Do me a favor, Malfoy, and jump off the Astronomy Tower," the Weasley had the nerve to mutter when they attended the detention Snape had set out for them. Draco however, wasn't paying attention, he was too busy thinking of Katie Bell. He had just seen her walking into the Great Hall just this morning with this strange look in her face and she looked demented yet mystified at the same time. Finally, the universe was finally at his mercy for once.

Blaise smirked at what the redhead was saying. "How about you do me a favor, Weasley, and go Avada yourself already."

"Shut it," the redhead glowered at him.

"Don't mind him, Ron," Potter insisted, shooting them a glare ever so often. "He's not worth your time."

Draco snickered. "He's not worth our time, Potter, not the other way around." Heck, he couldn't even be bothered to think of a better insult. Pansy seems to be just as thoughtful as he was, with that faraway glint in her eyes, the fear that they had lessened even if Hogsmeade was tomorrow. Funny how he was so scared before, if it was just this easy... There wouldn't be blood shed in his hands.

He turned his attention to Granger, a bit weirded out on why she still hadn't join the argument they had going on the past thirty minutes. There were times when she gave him sidelong glances, but every time she did so, her gaze was calculating–as if she was trying to solve a puzzle that still hadn't been solved. What was she thinking... The Slytherin Prince smacked himself mentally. The mudblood wasn't worth his curiosity.

Ron, however, decided to knock him out of his thoughts by saying, "–feeling, ferret? With your father in prison, you don't have anyone crying off to." He grinned, looking accomplished at his insult. The three Slytherins, however, didn't feel the slightest amused, even Draco flushed in anger (and a bit of embarrassment) at the mention of the monster he had for a father. The sixth year masked his emotions with a face of indifference. The bloody weasel wasn't going to make him blow up. He hated every single time his father was mentioned, bloody despised it.

"Weasel, did someone decide to pay you a knut to say that?" he raised an eyebrow, forcing his tone to be mocking and cold. "Or are you just too dense that you consider that as an insult?"

"Why you bloody–"

"The three of you dismissed," the tension in the room dissolved immediately when they all looked up to see a greasy haired man sneering at them. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Granger, you earn twenty points from Gryffindor. Maybe that would teach you to earn some respect for your students."

"But, Professor," Potter protested.

"Five points from Gryffindor for interrupting me, Mr. Potter. You are all dismissed."

Pansy smirked at that before the Silver Trio walked off, not at all noticing the glares that were sent their way from Harry and Ron, and a suspicious look from Hermione.

Hogsmeade.

If fear could kill, he'd been already sixty feet under with Pansy following not far behind. The reassurance he had felt just last night vanished like a deck of cards, heck, he even had nightmares of it. He believed that, that should be in the job information in being a fucking death eater.

TAKING THE DARK MARK

Side effects: Death, Nightmares, Dark Lord breathing down your neck, Death, Torture, Fear, Death

When Caught: Taken to Azkaban, that is, if you could escape the Dark Lord's wrath.

Draco scowled.

His thoughts weren't helping him at all at the moment.

"Calm down, will you?" Blaise said, annoyed. Well, he couldn't really blame him. He was looking around left to right as if death eaters were going jump at him and yell 'DIE YOU BLOOD TRAITOR'. "You'll be fine, and you're emotions are getting to me."

"I'm sorry if we're too worried that You-Know-Who could simply say two words and we'd be as good as dead if we say anything wrong," came an annoyed tone that came from a tawny-haired sixth year. She glared at him. "Shut it, Zabini."

The Italian sighed and frowned, "Look, if you're going to go to Hogsmeade shivering like some scared little mice, you might as well not go. I don't need to know the Dark Lord personally to know that he could sniff out fear."

"Great, Blaise," Draco tossed him an incredulous look. "You just compared the man to a fucking dog."

That finally lit up the mood.

Pansy found herself giggling slightly, even Blaise who was known for his stoic features decided to laugh. The blond Slytherin smiled, and the tension in the between them slowly dissipated. If this could only last forever, he would take it, no matter how much it would cost him. Then again, a Malfoy didn't always get what he want.

As they were finally done eating in the Great Hall, the three stood up, staring at each other with a nod of understanding. "Honeydukes?" Blaise suggested, and when they all nodded their heads, he sent them a grim look. "Essere belle. I'll keep a watch on Bell to see if she'd given it to Dumbledore already."

They went their separate ways.

"You scared?" Pansy whispered as they finally had the heart to enter the Three Broomsticks.

"Fucking terrified."

Madame Rosemerta, recognizing them almost immediately, ushered them in the back of the room. They weren't surprised when they saw a hidden door right across the end, glamoured by shelves of pots and pans. They didn't hesitate when they walked in. Draco removed all sense of dread from his system and held his head up high with the most indifferent face he could ever muster up. Pansy did the same, but hers was an arrogant mask that only her closest friends could see right through.

There weren't many people there, but Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott. They shuffled together and faced the woman standing in front of them. Draco's blood ran cold. Bellatrix Lestrange, his aunt. Where was the Dark Lord? He stiffened even more when he heard the voice that spread across the silent room. "I see you are all present," the cold voice brought shivers down his spine. "Report to me your progress in your assignment."

"I recruited five people, my Lord," Theo said, bowing his head. "They would be ready for the mark by Christmas."

"Good, good. How about you Draco? Unless of course, you decide to become an incompetent fool like your father?"

Draco clenched his fists, but he continued to bow his head, "Of course not, my Lord. The cabinet is almost there. A few tweaks is in order, before I complete my first experiment."

"First experiment?" came the harsh reply causing the blond man to wince. "Time is the essence we don't have. I guess I was right then. Bellatrix? Do you mind doing the honors in showing your nephew what would happen if he failed his task?"

"As you wish," Bellatrix cackled and turned her obsidian eyes to him. She pointed his wand at him. "Crucio!"

Draco didn't know what happened next.

He heard Pansy gave a short gasp, and that's when he noticed the pain–the pain that had soared through every inch of his veins, mocking him... taunting him to scream. He let out a muffled shout as he continued to shiver and tremble beneath his aunt. He hated this, but he needed to do this. He wasn't going to let his mother get the other end of the Dark Lord's wrath. He could take this on.

The pain was over, and the blond Slytherin collapsed on the floor.

"Now, Draco, are you willing to work harder?"

"Y–yes M'Lo–Lord," he stammered out. He glanced at Pansy whose face was as white as paper, but they both knew that she couldn't help him... not right now at least, while both the Dark Lord and his aunt were watching. "I swear that it will be done by the time you need it."

A loud laugh was heard, "Of course it is. You are all dismiss."

"Draco–"

"I'm fine, okay Pansy? Just a minor Cruciatus, I'm surprised it didn't last longer," Draco commented, his face stoic after the meeting. He shivered every now and then, the feeling of the curse sending him stings of pain every now and then. He ignored Pansy's concerned look before turning at the running Italian headed his way.

Blaise panted, his wide dark eyes staring at them. "There's a problem... with Bell."

That took their attention. "What?" They both asked, their eyes widening.

"She touched the necklace."

Looked like the universe was merely mocking him after all.

Then again, he was a death eater... nothing good can come out of that.